not this
-a melancholy aquatic flow- remembering who I’ve been and what I know- but I know nothing now, and painfully so- I’m deep underwater where the sounds won’t go- I’m thinking of people I haven’t seen in ages- of third grade and stickers and other well-worn pages- I thirst for an apocalypse- or a beautiful face with willing lips- someone to fight against or kiss- just anything other than this-
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2009 - 2013